Page 41 of Reckless Hearts

“Honestly, I don’t know. I haven’t talked to her since she left, and I really don’t give a shit.” It comes out harsh, but it’s the reality of the situation. She didn’t care when she was here, so why should I give my time or my thoughts to it either?

“I stopped worrying about her years before she left too. Once I met Mitch and Nate, and I realized that family didn’t need to be blood, my life changed. I met Daisy and Sloane, and the guys from the shop, and all of them would do anything for me, just like I would do anything for them.”

“It sounds like you’re right where you should be,” Flynn tells me, and I let out a hard sigh.

He’s right. This is where I’m supposed to be and the only thing that would make it better is if Flynn were in my bed on a permanent basis.

He leans down, pressing his lips to my hair in the softest of kisses. The sun is just beginning to rise, and we need to get moving if we are going to get out of here before it gets busy.

His lips linger there, and I turn into him, my nose burrowing into the side of his neck. I inhale, letting his scent cover me.

“You always smell so fucking good,” I mutter painfully, a groan begging to fall from my lips.

“And there it is,” Flynn says, and I don’t have to look at him to know he’s smiling. “I actually thought we were going to get through this run without one of us making a comment.”

“What? It’s a compliment,” I reply sweetly, looking up at him now. “You do, and I didn’t want to wash my sheets because they smelled like you.”

As I admit this, it sounds stalkerish and desperate, and Flynn lets out a laugh.

“Your scent is starting to leave my bed too. Might need to figure out a way to change that.” He leans down, his nose trailing along my neck as he inhales deeply.

“We can’t.”

I can feel the electricity between us firing, my thighs pressing together. There’s something so innately sexual about the forbidden, and it’s making me lose my mind. I want to say fuck it and give in to everything we both want.

Maui Pipe be damned.

But I don’t really mean that.

Or do I?

“I’m so fucking tired of fighting it, Alana,” Flynn hisses, his words raspy and deep and so fucking sexy. He growls, and it vibrates through my body, his teeth dragging over my skin, nipping gently.

I want to give in to all my desires and wants and needs, desperate to have him inside me again. I’m wound so tightly that I feel like I might snap. I need to get the hell home and bust out my vibrator because that’s the only relief I’m going to get.

We. Can’t. Do. This.

“Fuck, Alana,” Flynn groans, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from telling him to touch me. “Do you know how many times I’ve fucked my fist thinking about you? How many times I’ve dreamed of your tight pussy wrapped around my cock?”

I want my body to belong to him, for him to own it and worship it and mark it. I want it to be dirty and reckless and feral, fucking that leaves our inhibitions aside and explores every fantasy.

“Flynn,” I moan, my hips moving of their own accord as his hand runs up the inside of my thigh. “I want…” I start to say, and that’s when I hear it, the sound of laughter, and my eyes shoot open.

I look at him, my eyes wide, my panties soaked, and I know we need to leave before this goes too far. Getting interrupted is the best thing that could have happened to us, even if I hate it with the fire of a thousand suns.

A group of people appears from over the small hill, and Flynn and I stand, greeting them with a smile before we take off running again.

I’ve been runningwith Alana every morning for the past couple of days now, and it’s been nothing short of awesome and also totally shit, all at the same time.

Awesome that I’ve been getting to know her, getting to learn more about who she is and what she loves. Awesome that everything I do learn is so fucking amazing that it just makes me want to hang out with her more and more. Like every single day, all the time.

And totally shit because I can’t do all the other things I want to do with her. The things I know she wants to do too.

And we come so fucking close every time we run together. It’s like we can’t even be in the same postcode as each other without wanting to touch, to kiss, to fuck, to...all of it. I want this woman so bad, and I don’t ever remember feeling like this about anything. Including surfing or competing.

It’s killing me but I can’t seem to stop, can’t seem to stay away from her.

This morning when we ran, I dropped behind her for a bit when the path had narrowed, torturing myself with the view of her sweat-covered body as she ran up the rocky path. By the timewe reached the waterfall for the second time, I was so turned on, I backed her up against a tree and kissed her hard, one hundred percent set on saying fuck it to the consequences.

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